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Here He Comes To Save the Day!–52 weeks of personal genealogy and history

The one time in the week when my brothers and I were allowed–no–encouraged to watch television. Cats were outsmarted by quick thinking rodents, evil-doers were thwarted by moose and squirrels, and the world was made safer by flying mice. I would sit enthralled for hours, snug in my footed, knit pajamas.

One morning I plunked into my chair, tucked my legs under me, and assumed the position requisite to singing the next cartoon’s theme song. As I belted out “HERE he comes to save the day!”, I started to my feet! “I can read that!”

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I loved Saturday mornings! Mom would set out everything we needed to “make” our breakfast the night before. We could eat AND watch cartoons. It was heaven. It was many years before I realized my parents loved Saturday mornings, too.